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StoryColouring Book ralph02 years 9 months ago
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StoryOther Colours, Other Clocks. After W.H Auden ralph12 years 11 months ago
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StoryEngland ralph83 years 2 months ago
StoryMunching On Together : Ossett Town V Leeds United (friendly) ralph33 years 2 months ago
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StoryDegrees of Difficulty ralph03 years 5 months ago
StoryWays ralph63 years 5 months ago
StoryGreat Horton Swan Song ralph13 years 6 months ago
StorySwimmer ralph03 years 8 months ago
StoryBaltimore ralph43 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Ballad of St John's Square ralph13 years 11 months ago
StoryMonday Morning in the Rain ralph13 years 11 months ago
StoryLove is a Verb ralph43 years 11 months ago
Story Frank on Parole (after Tom Waits) ralph03 years 11 months ago
StoryLunar Negotiations ralph03 years 12 months ago
StoryThe Worst Words ralph64 years 9 hours ago
StoryCodes ralph04 years 1 week ago
Forum topicNorthern Gravy ralph04 years 1 month ago
StoryAberystwyth University Student Union Clubs and Societies Haiku ralph14 years 1 month ago
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StoryHelter Skelter ralph54 years 2 months ago

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December 28th

December 28th Glazed on a northern wintered beach. The shoelace kelp tethering her boots. Where are the tide times for setting sons? A childhood once...
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Old Nights

Old Nights For David Floyd And a man rotates a table for diners as I twist myself – synching to unghost those years. I can see them now: Alison with...
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On December Nights in 1973

On December Nights in 1973 Our mum, she loved Marks & Spencer. She'd always say, "Ohh.You can't beat them for quality. For value!" Every...
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The Rain

The Rain His first memory is when he hid under his Mum’s bed to scare her new boyfriend. The boyfriend had needles. At the time he didn’t know what...
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Jimmy

Jimmy Under the trees at the end of the field. The day we built our camp. We had rusty nails, sweet cigarettes. A radio that played opera. You showed...

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